Tonight we are going to the neighbors house for their annual Christmas party. It's a family affair, so the kids will be comming with us. This is our first Christmas here, so it will be our first time to attend. I'm looking forward to it, I think.

I don't do well at gatherings in which I don't know people. I should be used to it by now, since the past year has been nothing but meeting new people. But I'm getting used to it. And I'm starting to like it.

They are having an ornjament exchange. At least that is what my youngest calls them. I kind of like that name, though it's a bitch to spell. I'm taking the girls to go out and buy some a little later on today. Just as soon as I can get my rump in gear.

I know alot of the people on our street, some I hang out with alot. We all have kids, so it makes it easy. They will be there, so that will be my anchor. I refuse to sink. My goal is to actually go up and introduce myself to these new people. I CAN do this. And I will.

I'm thinking a couple of drinks before hand might help.